The Witch Of Wolves

Erik Dalgaards POV

"Alpha, I see the harbor!" A pack member yells out.

Finally! If I had to spend another minute with these idiots I think Banrigh Ifrinn wont be the only supernatural being to massacre the rest of their species. We were promised 2,000 gold to kill the last witch in the world by some corrupted king.

I do not care for his corruption, however I do care for his money. Besides whats one woman's life?

My name is Erik Dalgaard, Alpha of the Norse Moon pack in Norway. I lead the most powerful Viking clan to ever exist. Well I guess that's because all of the other Vikings are human. Not us, we are wolves. The King of Scotland does not know this or undoubtedly he would have tried to wipe us out too.

He gains all his power through wealth and his connections. The man himself is a coward or else he would have taken the witch out himself. I, on the other hand lead through inflicting fear and showing no mercy. I was cursed by Freya to never have a mate, therefore without one I have no purpose for a heart.

A mate is your other half. In our origin story it tells of how wolves and mates came to be. Odin decided to grant Fenrir, his most loyal servant, more of his kind to lead and serve the Gods. There were many male wolves created in the image of Fenrir. They also had the ability to switch between human and wolf at their choosing. These creations were called the 'Pure Bloods,' they roamed Earth and each found their own place to rule hidden in plain site from the humans. However after the Wolf hierarchy was established the Pure Bloods had no pack to rule. Freya, Odins wife granted a gift of her own. The gift of mates, a being who's soul has been entwined with yours long before you were born. Fenrir grew envious of the Pure Bloods ability to turn into humans therefore he killed many of them. Once he found his mate they created pups of their own. They didn't have the ability to change into a human like him. This is where normal wolves are from. 

Fenrir had found his mate so easy because Freya made it so that they would inevitably cross paths at some point. Where you lack something your mate would have it and vice versa. Your mate is the sole purpose of your existence, without them life has no meaning.

Therefore my life has no meaning or sole purpose other then to make other people who are able to one day find their mate, fear me. Yes I envy those who are lucky enough to find their mates, why should I be the only wolf out there that doesn't have a mate? Even Fenrir after slaughtering many of his people still got a mate.

As soon as the boat reaches the docks I jump off and walk to the harbor where I see the king and a dozen armed soldiers waiting.

"Erik, you are late" he states coldly.

"I care not for discussion. I'm here only to slay the witch you are so afraid of." I dryly reply pushing past him and approaching my beta who is shamelessly trying to seduce a fisher maid.

"How dare you treat the king with such informalities. You shall bow before me and address my given title properly" the weakly man yells.

I turn around with a glare before storming back over to the king and grabbing him by the neck causing his soldiers to point their swords at me.

"I bow to no one. You are not my king. I am here to do you a favor. If you do not respect me or my men we will take our skills elsewhere and leave you to be slain by the witch" I spit, venom lacing each word.

 He gulps before nodding "guards stand down. Lead Erik and his men to their rooms."  

"Nei, we will set up a camp outside the village. I trust no one here, especially you" I gruffly reply walking away yet again to find a suitable area for my men to assemble our tents.

One of my servant omegas tells me that they have already searched the place and found a clearing for us that we will be able to switch in out of without being seen by any humans. 

"Bjørn leave the skjøge alone and come!" I shout to my beta.

He nods before carrying on whispering in the bashful maids ear making her giggle. 

I growl making it known I am not playing around and eventually he catches up to my retreating figure warily. 

"Tonight we will set up camp and tomorrow all men are to gather in the meeting tent to plan our attack on this witch."

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After many hours of hammering and building, the camp is finally assembled. Around 30 tents in total. The smallest tents formed a semi circle area, a place for the soldiers and slaves.  The soldiers tents were remarkably bigger than the servers but housed at least ten bodies in each. The slave quarters were thinner, meaner and shabbier in comparison. It was well know in the tribes that the warriors were the ones that got the bounty from the gods and were treated as such, even when living rough. Then there are the supply tents each filled with mead and weapons. Tightly surrounded by guards to ensure no hapless thieves tried their luck in the night hours. Odin forgive them if they did for their hands were not the only thing precious to a man they would be loosing.

The medics tent is just slightly bigger then the soldiers, with pallets laid out and prepared for use at a moments notice. Battles were fought frequently and supplies were always being hoarded by the herbalists.We had brought an apothecary with us just in case blood gets drawn. I would be a fool to think that this witch wouldn't cause some damage, even though I have the best men there are still a few idiots bound to get hurt. Then there's the meeting tent, where meetings and feasts are to be held, official. The betas tent is the second biggest canopied tent, it is simple yet much finer than the others, filled with soft linen. 

Finally my tent, the alphas. I take great pride in my tent for it has with held the storms of many wars. It swathes of fabric and carved poles suggesting the importance of those housed within and the stories of our ancestors and wins were adorned across the sides with woad and ember.

By now dusk is long gone and all except the guards have retired to their beds ready for the long day ahead.

Tomorrow shall be the last day the Banrigh Ifrinn plagues these lands.